Come Devil And Play

so yesterday at about noon i realised that i was bored. incredibly bored. not that i had nothing to do - oh no... desk full of work - but my brain had absolutely no interest in it all. and i still had six hours to go before i could go home.

at 12:30 i wasn't sure i could make it through the day. the boredom was beginning to hurt. my brain was bouncing up and down in my head asking - are we done yet? what can we do? i need distraction!

i tried to surf the net but where does a bored mind even think about going. i emailed a couple of friends - i'm bored. the response? sorry. or - don't you have work to do?

at about 2 i was convinced that i really could be bored to tears. the big headline on the beeb had to do with lockerbie but i had no drive to read the story. i checked the wimbledon scores, but it's just not like watching it, is it? i visited some blogs but was afraid to comment in case boredom is contagious.

did i mention that the office was freezing cold? and i was so bored i couldn't even get excited about the evils of air conditioning. i opened the window wide and a bunch of ozone rushed in and almost suffocated me. for half a second i wondered about the quality of new york city air. and i thought - hmmm... surely it must be better than air conditioned recylced new york city air. but bouncing brain said - today, we really don't care. when can we go home.

i called my roommate - in nigeria - and she asked. why are you bored? nothing interests me today and i don't know why. but i can't take the pressure anymore, kai! right now i'm so bored i could rob a bank.

knowing my deep fear of jail and issues with out in the open toilets where all and sundry can see and smell you do your business like you're potty training again - that is some mighty bored.

i miraculously made it through the day without stabbing myself in the eye and i went home.

bored. bored.... oooh apple pie and ice cream!